Okay, now even the cat is looking at me strangely. But when you have nothing else to do, sleeping is quite good. It sure beats watching basketball. ;)

You know, it's really not a good idea to write a diary entry at this time of the day. Because the chances of having something wonderful and profound to say are something along the lines of the proverbial "slim to none". Yes.

I think tomorrow (today) I must practice flute. I must also scrounge up some financial aid forms for the fall (wooooops). Grad housing, or not grad housing? Bleh. A pox on my lack of motivation in this area. I must also find something good to read, if only for the benefit of certain guestbook signers lately. And for the benefit of people who manage to combine Shakespeare quotes and subsequently PANTSify their names.

But now, for the benefit of kittens playing the marimba and all that is good and holy, I might just shut up and go watch some freaky five o'clock in the morning TV.

Ewww, no, I heard that. I do not want to see what is on Skinamax. Perhaps the Empress of PANTS herself has polluted us all with her dirrty mind. Or something. ;)

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